Single with Kids

“Where did you get that?”

Though he was several feet away from the cabin, Rob heard Valerie’s sharp tone, and it surprised him. No one answered, which surprised him even more.

“Ginny, where did you get it?” Hearing the urgency in her voice, he headed toward the cabin. Behind him, around him, and inside the building there was only silence.

After a long pause, Rob heard his daughter say, “At home.”

“And who does it belong to?”

Rob couldn’t hear that answer, even though he now stood right outside the cabin. He put his hand on the screen door handle just as Valerie spoke again.

“Ginny,” she said gently. “Ginny, give me the gun.”

Dear Reader,

I suppose writing a story based on my eighteen years of experience with the Girl Scouts was inevitable. I have nothing but admiration for the goals and values that guided us in our time together. The girls I knew as children have matured into self-reliant, capable young women.

In my new book, Single with Kids, self-reliance is just what Rob Warren wants for his daughter, Ginny, challenged as she is by cerebral palsy. Valerie Manion prides herself on her own independence and her ability to take care of herself and her children without assistance. But Rob and Valerie must discover that life is at its sweetest when we can share the good times and the bad with someone we love. Their teachers for this lesson will be none other than their own offspring.

I’ve smiled a great deal while writing Single with Kids, and I hope you smile as you read. Thanks so much for spending time with me and my story—if you'd like to contact me, I’ll be delighted to hear from you.

As ever,

Lynnette Kent

PMB 304

Westwood Shopping Center

Fayetteville, NC 28314

www.lynnettekent.com

Single with Kids

Lynnette Kent

www.millsandboon.co.uk

This book was written with fond memories of all the girls

from whom I had the chance to learn during my

years with the Girl Scouts.

Many thanks go to the women who worked with me—

especially Susan, Ruth, Karen, Ann and Terri. We met

our responsibilities…and we had a whole lot of fun.

Finally, to Elizabeth and Rebecca, the young women

who continue to inspire me and who make every

effort worthwhile… Love, always.

Acknowledgments:

My Girls Outdoors! group is strictly fictional, based

very loosely on the scouting program in the United States.

Any mistakes or misinterpretations are mine

alone and do not reflect the policy, procedure or

personnel of any existing organization.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

“I WANT TO BE a troop leader.”

At the sound of those beautiful words, Valerie Manion looked up from her paperwork with a relieved and grateful smile. Only as she focused on the person standing in front of the registration table did she acknowledge that the voice volunteering to help her belonged to a male. A tall, lean, corn-silk blond male with a twinkle in his blue eyes and a sweet curve to his mouth.

She blinked at him. “I beg your pardon?”

He grinned at her disbelief. “I signed my daughter up for your Girls Outdoors! program. You said in the parent meeting a few minutes ago that you need volunteers.” A glance around the school cafeteria showed them to be the only adults remaining. “Looks like I’m it.”

“Um…yes. I did. I do.” She was still having trouble with the concept. A dad wanted to help out with the troop? “Tell me your name again.”

“Rob Warren. My daughter is Ginny.” He tilted his head toward the windows where a thin, chestnut-haired girl stood propped on crutches.

“Hi, Ginny,” Valerie called. “We’re glad to have you.”

Ginny’s mouth kinked into a half smile, but she made no effort to come closer or respond in kind.

Valerie picked up the stack of registration papers she’d just collected and paged through them. “Here we go. Virginia Warren, third grade.”

Mr. Warren had meticulously filled in the blanks on the form with small, neat letters. He gave his work address as Warren and Sons Locksmiths, and provided names and numbers for a doctor and a dentist. He listed Carolyn Warren, identified as “Grandmother,” as an emergency contact.

In the space for Ginny’s mother’s name, he’d carefully written “Deceased.” Valerie bit back a small moan of sympathy.

As if that weren’t tragedy enough, the explanation for those crutches came farther down the sheet. In answer to “List any special physical conditions,” her father had written, “cerebral palsy.”

With another glance at the girl by the window, Valerie noticed the braces on the girl’s spindly lower legs. Then she looked up—a long way up—into Rob Warren’s handsome face. “Ginny wants to be in GO! and you would like to work with the troop. That’s terrific. Why don’t you sit down, Mr. Warren, so we can talk? I’m getting a severe crick in my neck, staring up at you like this.”

“Good idea.” He pulled out a chair and folded himself into it. “The name’s Rob.”

“And I’m Valerie. Have you ever worked with a troop before?”

“I was a Boy Scout, if that counts. Got my Eagle award.”

She nodded. “Are you familiar with the GO! program?”

“Only with what you’ve said this afternoon, and what was in the brochure that came to the house. And I did a little checking on the Internet.”

“What is it about the program that Ginny particularly likes?”

Rob hitched his chair closer to the table. “To be honest, the whole thing is pretty much my idea. I think Ginny needs a chance to be with other girls, involved in a group like this. I want her to have these kinds of experiences, even though she’s disabled.”

That was a warning sign if Valerie had ever seen one. “There’s no question that girls of all ability levels are welcome to join the troop. But they have to bring the right attitude with them.”

“I understand. But you have to realize how hard it is for a girl like Ginny to fit in.” Leaning forward, he rested his clasped hands on the table—strong, graceful hands with long fingers. “As a result, she’s shy, a little withdrawn. I’m thinking that once she gets comfortable, she’ll start to enjoy herself and be as enthusiastic as you could ask for.”

“You realize this is an active program? We hike, swim, fish, sail…”

He nodded. “I do understand. And I know Ginny won’t be able to participate in every activity to the fullest. But if I’m there, I can help her get the most out of what y’all do and contribute as much as possible to the group.”

Valerie’s misgivings only increased. A leader should be responsible for all the girls. Chances were good that Rob would focus on his daughter and her needs, leaving Valerie to cope with the rest of the troop.

Without another leader besides herself, however, the troop wouldn’t exist at all. Given the dearth of volunteers, she had no choice.

“Well, Rob, you’ve got yourself a job. No pay, no benefits, lots of overtime.” She grinned at him and offered a handshake. “And lots of fun.”

“I’ll take it.” He extended his hand to take hers. The warmth of his skin left Valerie feeling breathless. Tingly, even. She pulled back as soon as she could manage without appearing to be rude.

To hide her burning face, she bent to the file box beside her chair and began pulling out papers. “You’ll need to complete these forms. GO! rules mandate that a male can only be an assistant—the troop leader must be female. Since no one else has volunteered, I’m the consolation prize. Are you okay with that?”

When she sneaked a look him, she found him frowning down at her. “You’re a good deal more than a consolation prize, Ms. Manion. Myself, I’d say I’m lucky to have you.”

The last thing she expected—or wanted—was a compliment. “Well…well, thanks. I hope we can work together to give the girls a great year in the outdoors.”

“I’m sure of it,” he said, just as a red-headed whirlwind blew into the room, chased by a poster-perfect Girls Outdoors! member in khaki shorts and a vest.

“Connor!” the girl yelled. “Connor, you little twerp, give it back right this minute.”

Her shrill command only made things worse. Connor, a seven-year-old with a freckled face and the devil in his grin, ran up and down the long room holding a bright pink book over his head, always just out of the reach of the girl on his heels.

“Mom,” Grace wailed. “Make him give it back.”

“Excuse me, Rob. My children always pick the worst times.” Valerie sighed and got to her feet. “Connor McNair Manion. Stop. Now.”

Connor stopped running, but twisted his body around the book so Grace, leaning over him, couldn’t get hold. Valerie went to stand in front of him with her hand held out. “I’ll take the book.”

“It’s mine.” Grace kept trying to reach over his shoulder for her property, which Valerie recognized as the diary she’d received from her father for her birthday back in June. He’d stopped by for fifteen minutes to deliver the gift, and they hadn’t heard from him since.

“Yes, I know it’s yours. Connor, give me the book.”

“When she gets off me.”

Once Grace had backed away, Connor looked over his shoulder, straightened up and handed over the diary.

“Thank you. Now, go sit in that chair and don’t move until I tell you to.”

Head down, shoulders slumped, her son went to the table and plopped into the chair she had used. As Valerie watched, Rob Warren grinned at him, but Connor stuck his lower lip out as far as it would go and turned his head away. Typical behavior these days from the little boy who had once been all smiles.

“Grace, have you met Ginny?” Valerie gave her daughter the recovered diary and then led her to the window. “Ginny’s going to join the troop. And her dad will be the assistant leader.”

Grace’s eyes went round. “A man leader?”

“A dad. It’ll be great—he was an Eagle Scout, so there’s lots he can teach us. Why don’t you two get to know each other while we finish up here?”

As Rob worked his way through the required forms, Valerie packed up her supplies, keeping one eye on Connor, sulking at the table, and one eye on Ginny and Grace, who didn’t say a word to each other. She supposed she couldn’t expect much else from a shy, disabled girl and the new kid in the class, though she’d have liked to see something go easily, for a change. Her recent move to North Carolina had been nothing but hassles so far.

Finally, Rob stacked his pages together and got to his feet. “Here you go—I think these tell more about me than even my parents know.” He grinned without malice or sarcasm, and Valerie couldn’t help smiling in response.

“Blame the lawyers,” she told him. “They make the rules. And break them when they want to.” Her own bitterness slipped out before she could stop it.

“That they do.” The look Rob gave her offered sympathy without intruding. His longish hair and slow, sweet drawl made her think of Ashley Wilkes in Gone With The Wind. She’d read the book in the sixth grade and built her dreams of romance on Margaret Mitchell’s foundation.

Then she’d grown up to discover that chivalry, like the antebellum South, was a thing of the past.

Rob was gazing at her with an eyebrow raised in question, and Valerie realized she’d dropped the conversational ball.

“Right. I’ll turn these papers in and we’ll get the troop going.” Flushing, she bent to the plastic box of supplies beside the table and started pulling out the books he would need. “Here’s the handbook, the activities book, the leader’s guide, the safety manual and the regulation notebook.”

“You want to hand me the IRS code while you’re at it?”

She looked up, knowing she would find that warm grin again. “You volunteered. And I’m not letting you back out now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of backing out, Ms. Manion. You’re stuck with me…with us.” He glanced at the girls, silent by the window. “And I’m sure everything will turn out just fine.”

For the first time, his smile was a little doubtful. As she stared up at him, Valerie had to wonder why Rob Warren worried about his daughter getting along in the troop. And how much trouble his worry predicted for her in the long run.

“Of course it will,” she found herself assuring him. “We’ll have a great year.” She bent to pick up the box. “Our first meeting is next Wednesday. We’ll have to get together to do some planning before then.”

“Let me take that,” Rob said, slipping his hands under the front corners of the container.

“I’ve got it.” Valerie backed up, looking over her shoulder for her daughter. “Grace, could you get the other box? And Connor, bring that bag, please.”

But Rob still hadn’t let go of the box she held. “I’ll get this one.”

“No, thanks. I can do it.”

“But you don’t have to.” He took a step forward.

“I want to.” She grinned at him. “Are we going to dance around the room with this between us? Or can I just carry it to my car?”

Shaking his head and frowning, he backed away with his hands held up in a gesture of surrender. “You are one headstrong woman, Valerie Manion. Your husband’s a patient man.”

“I’m divorced.” She said it quickly, flatly. “It’s just me and the kids.”

He gazed at her for a moment with a somber expression. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your problem.” She glanced around the room, double-checking for stray papers, then headed for the door.

Rob followed. “But I’m gonna be working with you. Should I be relieved or worried about this stubbornness of yours?”

“Both. Because I’m committed to making our troop the best it can be. And…” Balancing the box on her knee, she pulled her keys out of her shorts pocket and hit the button to unlock the doors on her van. “And I always get my way.”

Even though he waited for Ginny to leave the building ahead of him, Rob somehow crossed the parking lot ahead of Valerie to open the van’s rear door before she could.

“Always?” He reached out one more time for the box.

“Always,” Valerie affirmed, sidestepping to put the container into the back of the van by herself.

“We’ll have to see about that.” He took Grace’s load and stowed it next to other box.

Valerie managed to capture the bag Connor carried. “I win,” she said, putting the sack next to the boxes.

But Rob beat her to shutting the door. “Whatever you say, ma’am.”

Valerie rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible. Should I be glad or worried?”

He winked at her. “Both.”

WITH ROB’S FRIENDLINESS to think back on, Valerie found herself feeling more cheerful than usual as she made dinner. After cleaning up, Grace and Connor settled down in front of the TV with a movie while she completed GO! paperwork at the dining room table. The only part she didn’t like about the program was the never-ending reports to be made. Tonight, though, she kept remembering her new assistant leader’s IRS comment and his good-natured teasing about the forms, and the work went quickly.

The phone rang while she took a break with a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

“Good evening, Valerie.” Connor Manion Sr., attorney to New York’s new money, had taken speech lessons to smooth Brooklyn out of his voice.

“Con.” She turned her back to the kitchen door, hoping the kids wouldn’t hear. “What’s wrong?”

“Why should there be something wrong? I called to check on my children.”

“For the first time in three months.”

“I’ve been in Europe on a case.”

“How nice for you.”

“Much nicer than Ohio or—where are you now?— Hicksville, North Carolina.”

“What do you want, Con?”

“You should’ve stuck with the sure thing, Val. You could have been in Paris this summer, too. Great clothes in Paris, and I remember how you like clothes.”

She chose to say nothing and, as usual, silence goaded her ex-husband into some fast talking.

“Anyway, I want to chat with the kids. But first I thought I’d let you know that the check’s coming.”

“In the mail, no doubt.”

“Monday, at the latest.”

“Is this July’s check, or August’s?”

The veneer cracked. “What the hell are you talking about? I sent money all summer.”

“No, you didn’t.”

After a seething few seconds, he recovered. “My secretary must’ve scr…missed some paperwork. I’m sure I directed her to send those checks.”

“That’s what you’d like the court to think, anyway. Don’t worry, Con. I haven’t reported you. Yet.”

“Don’t sound so superior, damn you. You need the money, I know you do.”

“The kids need your money. All I need from you I have in them. Hold on and I’ll bring Grace to the phone.”

The excitement that Con’s phone call produced in her children was depressing, but Val managed to maintain a cheerful expression until they went to bed. Worn out by the effort, she got into her own bed a half hour earlier than usual. Lying on her side, she rested her cheek on her right palm, and then remembered shaking hands with Rob Warren. The thought made her smile.

Maybe tonight, she could look forward to her dreams.

“THERE YOU GO,” Rob told his daughter once they were in their van and headed home. “Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

Ginny shrugged a thin shoulder. “I guess.”

“Aw, come on. You like being outdoors, right? We can go camping and fishing and all sorts of things.”

“We could do that anyway. We don’t need a bunch of girls to go with us.”

“Yeah, but I bet you’ll have fun with those other girls. Grace seems really nice.”

“She talks funny.”

He chuckled. “She has a New York accent, like her mom. Definitely different from Southern English.”

“And her little brother is a pest.”

“That’s what little brothers are for. So big sisters don’t get too comfortable.”

A spark of real interest flared in her gray eyes. “You treated Aunt Jen that way?”

“I’m sure I did. You can ask her tonight.”

Ginny nodded. “I will.”

She got her chance when his sister Jenny came through the back door, just as they finished cleaning up after dinner.

Jen stopped in her tracks, pretending to be surprised. “You didn’t save me any?”

“You hate macaroni and cheese, Aunt Jen.” Ginny gave her a hug. “Was Daddy really a pest when he was little?”

“The worst.” Jen sat at the table and pulled Ginny close to her side. Mat the Cat jumped onto her lap and settled with a purr as Ginny rubbed his ears. “I could never get rid of him. And he would take my stuff and hide it. I still haven’t found my favorite Barbie doll—the one I painted to look like a Shoshone warrior.”

Rob leaned his hips back against the counter, tapping one finger against his temple, as if thinking hard. “Oh, yeah. Where did I put that?” He shook his head. “Nope, can’t remember. It’s gone forever. Ready for your bath, Gin?”

She heaved a huge sigh. “I guess so.”

“Don’t sound so put-upon.” Jen got to her feet, pulling her shoulder-length, silvery blond hair into a ponytail with a band on her wrist. “I brought new bath lotion—bubblegum scent.”

“Cool.” Ginny led the way out of the kitchen. In a few minutes, her giggles floated down the hallway on the sound of water flowing into the tub.

As Rob folded the dish towel and turned out the kitchen light, Jen stuck her head around the doorframe. “You okay?”

He straightened his shoulders. “Sure.”

“You look…tired.”

“Long day.” Weren’t they all?

“Another argument with Dad?”

“Among other things. How about you?”

Her face dropped its smiling mask. “Sure. I’m okay.” Sadness clouded her eyes, but then she shook her head. “We’ll be done in a while. I’ll go through her exercises with her tonight. You take it easy.”

“Thanks, Jen. I’ll be outside.” Rob pulled a beer out of the fridge and carried it to the back porch, shutting the door behind him to keep the cool air in and the hot evening out. Despite the high cost of air-conditioning, he wouldn’t think about turning the thermostat up. Ginny couldn’t sleep if the house got hot. And they both needed her sleep.

As he shook off the disloyal thought, he heard a car door slam out in front of the house. The side gate creaked open, and his friend, Pete Mitchell, came into the yard.

“’Evening,” Rob said, lifting his beer in a toast. “Want one?”

“Sounds great.”

When Rob left the house this time, Mat the Cat came with him. The orange tiger started to rub up against Pete’s leg, then took a sniff and darted down the steps into the grass. “I guess he smells Miss Dixie on my jeans.” Sitting on the step beside Rob, Pete took the beer and cracked open the top. “I stopped to feed her before I came over.”

“Yeah, Mat’s not real fond of the canine club. No classes tonight?” The state trooper organized and managed a nightly school program for teenagers who’d run afoul of the law.

“Friday night doesn’t draw enough kids to make the effort worthwhile. Jen’s inside with Ginny? How’s she holding up?” Pete had been part of the law enforcement procession during the funeral of Jenny’s fiancé, killed in the line of duty back in June.

“She says okay. What else can she say?” Rob took a draw on his beer. “Where’s your better half? And your half pint?”

“There’s a wedding shower for Jacquie Archer at Dixon Bell’s house, so I’m on my own. Mary Rose took Joey with her. I guess babies and weddings kinda go together, don’t they?” Pete leaned back against the step behind him.

“That’s the best way, so I hear.”

“I ate supper down at the diner with DeVries and Bell—both of them making do without wives tonight, like me. But, man, I hate being a bachelor again. Just doesn’t feel right.” After a swig of his beer, Pete threw him a sidelong glance. “That was a dumb thing to say. Sorry.”

“No problem.” Although Rob had been one of the first in their high school class to walk down the aisle, his three best friends and basketball buddies had caught up with him in the last couple of years. Along with Pete, Dixon Bell and Adam DeVries had each found a woman to share their lives with. Now Jacquie Archer, another friend of theirs from high school, had a wedding in the works. “I guess love is in the air these days in New Skye.”

“So it’s your turn.” His friend punched him in the shoulder. “We need to find you a nice woman of your own.”

Rob snorted. “Yeah, right. It’s not that big a town, Pete. I already know every eligible woman—grew up with most of them—and the prospects aren’t good. Besides…” He finished his beer. “I’ve got responsibilities nobody else can take on.”

“Ginny doing well?”

“Sure. We enrolled in the Girls Outdoors! troop at school this afternoon. I’m gonna be assistant leader.”

“Girls Outdoors?”

“Like the Scouts. Camping, hiking, all that jazz.”

“With a bunch of little girls?” Pete shook his head. “Man, that’s gotta be crazy.”

They sat for a long time, talking a little now and then as the August twilight deepened and the air cooled. Just before dark, the door behind them opened and Ginny came out slowly, using her crutches without leg braces.

“Hi, Uncle Pete.”

She couldn’t sit easily beside him, so he gently hugged her around the hips. “Don’t you smell good? Like bubblegum. Be careful—somebody’s gonna chew you up.”